One flies by day, one flies by night. Both hunt the lowly crew who roam closer to the earth, snatching them from their skittish movements, slicing and tearing them apart. Winter calls for desperate measures, dire decisions. Sometimes it’s a simple matter of survival, and that makes it easier not to pass judgement or cast aspersions. We are, all of us, merely trying to get by, especially when the air is threatening.
Watchers of the wilderness, they gaze from above, seeing more than we will ever see in a single day.
